Headcase Turmoil

Burden this, burden that, turmoil I feel creeping up, inside of this shell, headcase headspace I’m here, I’m there, and where you are is where I might want to be, go leave me before I find something, someone within myself

I’m broken, slowly but surely breaking more and more with every shattering confession to the priest that doesn’t exist

And I will not have it other way, but to see to it that you are happy with her, happy with them, with someone other than me, but know that I am in good meaning, good spare

So compare me to what you want, need, think I should be, and what I already am and spot the difference

I am not as full of hate and lust as I should be because those are the feelings I love to experience, just incase you were wondering what kind of fuse you’re working with